Whenever I'm up to something,
A hellhound chases me,
A gory figure with blood oozing out
The bloody dog growls and roars at me;
"I'm the one to decide your fate!"
The ferocious ghoul bites and tears the life apart;
This hideous cycle of birth and death forth repeats,
And the hound is the guard forever!
We call it money,
And something that's the most valuable;
So let the days pass in the hustle.
Livin' all life in psychotic anxiety!
Is this even unevaluable
For the brightest minds
Who spend it all in apparent passion,
Futile greed, nasty narrow-mindedness
And foolish ignorance,
Banishing emotions
And peaceful happiness?
Or living it all in emotions!?
Stay far y'all
From true wisdom;
And be torn apart
By this hideous beast "Time"
Categories:
hellhound, anxiety, career, desire, literature,
Form: Free verse
The great dog down the street,
Hellhound I would hate to meet,
With its coat of brown and black,
Huge teeth and big clawed feet.
Dark growl devilishly deep,
Makes my skin shiver and creep,
Eyes alight with evil glow,
Body crouched ready to leap.
It escaped its yard one day,
Lurked baleful in my driveway,
Stood and would not go home,
So inside I had to pray.
Now I think I hear the howl,
Of the Hellhound so foul,
Over the air every night,
He raises his mighty jowl.
Categories:
hellhound, animal, myth,
Form: Rubaiyat
Doggone it, that blasted pup irks me
He thinks he’s my Mom’s fav’rite pee wee
He grabs harmful toys
From rascally boys
Then chews them while gloating, bad beastie!
I’m coming for you, Mr. Hellhound
I’ll see you returned to the pet pound
The blues you will sing
So just take a swing
One scratch on my head, you’ll go Greyhound
Image “B” Chosen
*Written December 16, 2018
For James Edward Lee Sr.’s “Baby Face, What’s You Thinkin’” Contest
Categories:
hellhound, baby, dog,
Form: Limerick
When death comes around
Try not to be found
Hard to get away from a HELLHOUND
They stay mean and tightly wound
Can smell you even off the ground
Up and down, Even round and round
Won't stop till your in the mound
Their growl a demonic sound
Chewing up your flesh pound to pound
Flesh from bone no longer bound
He will come around
Knows where you can be found
Eyes of fire that HELLOUND
Your path will be unwound
They come from the ground
You won't make it another round
Can you imagine your mound
From there not a sound
Against the soil you can pound
It's over your bound!
Categories:
hellhound, crazy, dark, death, education,
Form: Monorhyme
The evening's gloom of mistic glow.
Cast it's spell for all to know.
Deep down indide the dark morass.
Where beast's do dwell in the lowest class.
Above the fray looms pious air.
Consumed by those who just won't share.
The day before the last day came.
Somehow they all wound up the same.
Heaven scented plumes of ruse.
Lingered only to confuse.
The Spellbound Hellhound unleashed it's guise.
To show the foolish they're not so wise.
When everyone is on the run.
And there's no place to stay.
The fiendish binds inside our minds.
Will finally have their way.
A world within a world without.
Will leave no room for a single doubt.
And a path beyond a concsious thought.
Is where you'll find what tomorrow taught.
Categories:
hellhound, introspection, world, day,
Form: Rhyme